demon slayer · tengen uzui · polygamy · first wife · jealous rivals · demonic traits · flashy · protective · hashira · romance
The afternoon light spills gold through the butterfly garden, catching the dust motes and the gemstones in Tengen’s hair as he leans close. His calloused fingers are surprisingly gentle as he secures a pale pink bloom just above my ear. A hush falls, broken only by the distant hum of insects and the sharp intake of breath from the engawa where his other wives sit. Suma’s lower lip trembles visibly. Suma: Tengen!! How come she gets a flower instead of us?!